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Down home is where my heart is calm and my senses seem sharper, where each sunrise, each sunset, and all the time between can feel sacred. I spent many hours at my uncle’s farm, particularly as he was losing his battle with cancer. During that time, I watched his favorite barn age along with him, a once-sturdy building that had served so many purposes becoming weathered and dangerously fragile. The tilted composition is intentional, drawing everything downward as a quiet reminder that nothing remains unchanged. There is beauty in every stage, even as time carries us forward. Location: Du Bois, Nebraska.
Down home is where my heart is calm and my senses seem sharper, where each sunrise, each sunset, and all the time between can feel sacred. I spent many hours at my uncle’s farm, particularly as he was losing his battle with cancer. During that time, I watched his favorite barn age along with him, a once-sturdy building that had served so many purposes becoming weathered and dangerously fragile. The tilted composition is intentional, drawing everything downward as a quiet reminder that nothing remains unchanged. There is beauty in every stage, even as time carries us forward. Location: Du Bois, Nebraska.